Monday, October 1, 2007

That's bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast. That's what "feeding the hungry beans" has meant around our house lately. Little Bean is on week three of a nasty bout of, eh, you know. I'm so sick of it I don't even want to type the word.

But he has been granted a reprieve from this prison diet. Our pediatrician said, essentially, "It's clearly not working so cut the poor kid a break." She recommended one of those schmancy, highly advertised live-culture yogurts instead. And, darned if we aren't seeing a tiny bit of progress on the um... you know... front.

After 4.5 years on the parenting front lines, I'm pretty inured to the disgusting stuff. I've just had it up to here with this round.